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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Television,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.