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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.