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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.