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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.