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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Cameo to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.