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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.