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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Television,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.