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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.