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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.