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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Magma,
Qualms,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.