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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Franke,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.