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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.