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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Fear,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.