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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.