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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.