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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.