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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 PIL to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Suicide,
The Index,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.