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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.