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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.