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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.