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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.