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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.