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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.