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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
ABBA,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.