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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Cymande,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.