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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.