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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.