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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.