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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.