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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.