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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.