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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.