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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.