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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.