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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.