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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Slave,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.