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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.