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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Hoover,
MDC,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.