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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.