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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.