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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.