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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.