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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.