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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.