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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.