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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.