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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.