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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Main Source,
CMW,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.