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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Wings to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.