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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
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.