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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.