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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.