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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.