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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Scion,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.