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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.