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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.