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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.