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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Magazine,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.