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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.