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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.