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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Index,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.