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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.