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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.