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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
AZ,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.