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 Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Technova,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.