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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.