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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.