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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.