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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Can,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.