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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
ABBA,
Fear,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.