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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.