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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.