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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.