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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Unwound,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.