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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.