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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.