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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.