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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Monks,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
June Days,
PIL,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
10cc,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.