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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.