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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.