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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.