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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.