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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.