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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.