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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Residents,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.