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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.