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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.