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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.