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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
MDC,
10cc,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.