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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.