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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.