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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Pole,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.