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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.