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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.