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 Jordan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.