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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.