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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.