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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.