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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Nas,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.