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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.