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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.