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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.