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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.