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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.