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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
New Order,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.