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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.