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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.