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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.