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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.