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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Smog,
The Names,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.