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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Niagra,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Index,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.