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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.