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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.