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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.