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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Monks,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.