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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.