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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.