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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.