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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Slave 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.