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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.