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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.