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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.