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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.