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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.