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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.