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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.