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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.