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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.