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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.