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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Index,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.