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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.