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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Index,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.