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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.