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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.