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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Japan,
Organ,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.