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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.