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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Slave,
MDC,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.