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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.