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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.