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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.