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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.