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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.