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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.