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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.