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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.