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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.