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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.