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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Hoover,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.