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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Jandek,
Television,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.