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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.