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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Television,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.