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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.