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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.