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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.