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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Outsiders,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.