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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.