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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.