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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.