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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
X-101,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.