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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.