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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.