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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.