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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.