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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.