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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.