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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.