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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.