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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.