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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.