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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.