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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.