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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
X-101,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.