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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.