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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.