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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.