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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.