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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.