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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Visage,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.