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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.