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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.