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 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.