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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.