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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.