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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.