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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.