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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.