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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.