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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.