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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.