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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Standells,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.