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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Association 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Brick,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.