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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Shoche,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.