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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.