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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Nas,
This Heat,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.