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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.