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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.