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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
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Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
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.