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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.