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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.