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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.