Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.