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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hashim to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.