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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.