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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.