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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.