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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.