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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.