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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Monks,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.