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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.