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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.