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 Costa Rica 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.