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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.