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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.