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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Darondo to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Faust,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
X-101,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.