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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Monolake,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.