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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Cure to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.