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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.