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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.