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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.