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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.