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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.