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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.