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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.