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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.