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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.