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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.