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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.