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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
MDC,
Television,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.