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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.