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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.