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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Crime,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.