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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Q65,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.