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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.