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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.