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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.