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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.