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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.