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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.