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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.