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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.