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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.