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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.