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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.