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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.