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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.