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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.