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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Scion,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.