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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.