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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
X-102,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.