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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.