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 Iraq and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.