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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
MC5,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.