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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.