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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Slave,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.