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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.