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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Pole,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.