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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.