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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
X-102,
the Association,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.