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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Television,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.