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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.