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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.