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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.