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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.