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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.