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 Barbados 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.