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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.