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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.