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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fall to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.