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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.