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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.