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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Suicide,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.