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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.