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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.