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 Iran and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Organ,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.