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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.