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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.