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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Victims to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.