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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Scientists,
DNA,
MDC,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.