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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.