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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.