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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.