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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.