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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.