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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.