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 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.