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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.