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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.