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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.