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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.