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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.