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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.