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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.