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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.