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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Victims,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.