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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.