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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.