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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.