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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.