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 United States and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.