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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.