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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.