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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
X-101,
CMW,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.