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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
June Days,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.