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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Wire,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.