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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.