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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Magma,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.