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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.