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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.