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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.