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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
UT,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.