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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.