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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.