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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.