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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.