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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 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 10cc 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.