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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.