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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.