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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.