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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.