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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.