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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.