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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.