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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Fear,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.