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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.