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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.