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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.