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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.