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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.