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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.