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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.