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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.