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 Australia and from Portland.
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 London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.