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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.