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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.