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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.