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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Pole,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.