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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.