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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.