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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.