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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.