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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.