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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.