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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Nas,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.