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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Magma to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.