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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.