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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.