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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.