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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.