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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.