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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.