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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.