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 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.