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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.