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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.