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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.