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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.