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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.