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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.