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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Nas,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.