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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.