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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.