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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.