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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.