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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.