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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
MDC,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.