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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Little Man,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.