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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.