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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.