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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.