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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.