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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.