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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.