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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
X-101,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.