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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Names,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.