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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.