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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.