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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Make Up,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.