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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.