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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.