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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.