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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.