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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.