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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Can,
New Order,
The Move,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.