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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.