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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.