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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.