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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
X-101,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.