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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
UT,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.