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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.