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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.