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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
ABC,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.