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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.