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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.