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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.