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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gong,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Can,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.