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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.