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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.