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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.