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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Franke,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.