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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Monks,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.