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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.