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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.