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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.