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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.