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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.