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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
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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.