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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.