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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.