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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.