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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.