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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.