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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.