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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.