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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Television,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.