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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.