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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.