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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.