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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.