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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.