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 Turkey 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.