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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.