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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.