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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.