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 Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.