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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.