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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.