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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.