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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.