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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.