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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Litter to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.