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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.