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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.