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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.