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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.