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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.