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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.