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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.