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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.