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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Visage,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.