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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.