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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.