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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.