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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Q65,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.