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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.