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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.