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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.