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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Move,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.