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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.