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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.