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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
DNA,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.