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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Model 500,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.