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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.