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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.