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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.