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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Slits 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.