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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.