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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.