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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.