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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
UT,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.