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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.