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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.