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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.