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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
UT,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.