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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.