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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.