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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.