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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.