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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.