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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.