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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.