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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.