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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.