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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.