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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.