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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.