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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.