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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.