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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 UT to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.