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 Oman 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.