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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.