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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.