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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Can,
DNA,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.