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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.