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 Chile 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.