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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.