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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.