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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.