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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.