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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.