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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.