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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.