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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.