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 Kenya 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.