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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.