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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.