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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.