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 China and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.