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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Faust,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.