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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.