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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.