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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.