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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.