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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Brick,
MDC,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.