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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.