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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.