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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.