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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.