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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.