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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.