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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.