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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.