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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.